Day starts kinda boring, you’re half scrolling Instagram, half thinking if it’s worth opening Steam or just YouTube again, and then this crazy shit drops in your lap: Ash busts in like a walking jumpscare, shouting about some luxury resort trip she “totally won.” No emails checked, no contract read, just vibes. Next thing, your stuff’s thrown in a bag and you’re headed to this rich-people playground that feels like someone mixed Pornhub categories with a corporate onboarding seminar. Everything looks too clean, too glossy, like the kind of place where the staff smiles a little too wide while pretending they don’t see you eye-fucking every milf around the pool.

The game does that thing where it lets you pick who you wanna be, and it actually matters a bit, not just a haircut swap. Different angles on the same messed up little paradise. Sometimes you’re the guy who can’t stop staring at his “aunt’s” ass while she bends over her suitcase, sometimes you’re catching your “sister” in the shower through a half-fogged glass panel and pretending you’re just “checking the water.” Yeah, it leans hard into that fake family taboo, like those sketchy Pornhub titles that autoplay when you just wanted a normal blowjob video. There’s a lot of quiet moments too, just you sitting in a fancy room, scrolling through some in-game phone app, pretending to be innocent while actually planning how to corrupt everyone around you, one accidental touch at a time.

What I kinda love, but also kinda hate, is how the resort itself acts like it’s on your side. Cameras everywhere. Doors that don’t fully close. Windows you can “accidentally” peek through. There’s this one scene where you’re supposed to go to some “relaxation session,” but if you mess around instead and follow the wrong hallway, you end up watching a full-on handjob through a tinted glass wall, your reflection overlaid on their bodies like you’re already part of it. The game doesn’t treat voyeurism like some small side thing, it just keeps pushing it: late night spying on a milf in her room, catching her playing with herself on the edge of the bed, big tits half out, moaning into a pillow while you’re stuck on the other side of the door with your dick hard, deciding if you’re gonna walk in or run. When you finally get physical, it’s that clumsy but hot progress: “accidental” groping at the pool, fingers sliding over a big ass while she pretends not to notice, her hand brushing your crotch a little too long in the elevator, then later she’s on her knees, giving slow wet oral that turns into messy, animated thrusting. Vaginal, oral, handjobs, all that, nothing shy, bodies moving, everything animated enough to feel alive but not super polished Marvel CGI. People talk while you’re fucking too, which I like. Dirty little lines, shy protests that melt into moans, that kind of thing. It’s horny, a bit toxic, kinda wrong, and yeah, that’s the point.

You spawn in this fancy New York law firm that looks like LinkedIn and Pornhub had a weird baby, and somehow you bullshitted your way into a lawyer job even though you’re basically just a smooth-talking criminal with a good memory. Office is full of people who look like they charge 900 dollars per hour just to breathe near a printer. Everyone is faking something. Degrees, morals, loyalty, orgasms, all of it. Your boss is this shark attorney who feels like he sniffs bullshit for breakfast, and he knows you’re not legit, which is kinda hot and terrifying at same time. That tension rides over every scene. One second you’re talking about contracts and hostile takeovers, next second you’re pinning a coworker with a ridiculous ass against the glass wall of a conference room while half the city skyline reflects in it like some HBO show went off the rails. The game loves that vibe where you’re half one wrong move from prison, half one wrong word from getting her panties on your office floor.

The lewd stuff hits strongest when it leans into that power play thing. Like, there’s this early moment where a big-titted coworker starts quizzing you about a case, not because she cares about justice or whatever, but because she suspects you’re a fraud and wants to see you squirm. Dialogue gets tight, she pushes, you bluff, she leans over the desk so her blouse struggles for its life, and you can practically feel your character thinking with his dick and not his brain. If you play it right, it flips from interrogation to flirting to straight-up “close the door, take off your tie, I’m bored of billing hours” energy. The sex scenes go hard on body language: her ass popping out of that pencil skirt, lipstick smeared on your collar, your hand on her hips like you’re negotiating a contract with her curves instead of her client. At some point I forgot half the legal terms and just clicked whatever kept her moaning. Funny thing, though, while the erotic vibe is top tier, pacing sometimes feels like ordering from Uber Eats and getting your dessert first, then the napkin, then the actual food. One scene takes forever teasing with office banter and lingering camera angles, then suddenly plot twist, criminal past pops back in like “hey bro, remember the drug deal?” and everything gets tense again while you still got metaphorical cum brain. The mix of secret identity, high-end law office bullshit, and all these gorgeous coworkers with big asses squeezed into business attire is lowkey cracked though. You jump from serious courtroom strategy to “how hard can I fuck her on this desk without anyone hearing through the walls” in two clicks. I kept alt-tabbing between this and Discord, trying to explain why I was sweating over a fake merger agreement. Honestly, the story around lying your way up the firm ladder while trying not to get caught is almost too good for a porn game, which is funny, because sometimes the sex scenes come in so fast they chop the tension you were enjoying. But then an angle hits where her tits bounce just right in that bra that clearly violates HR policy, and suddenly yeah, whatever, bring on the next deposition with benefits.

Eric is the kind of guy you walk past ten times and never really notice. Quiet, normal, owns a cozy little coffee shop, same playlist every day, shirts that probably came in a pack of three. Then suddenly his life turns into the kind of shit you only see on those late night Patreon posts. One moment he’s cleaning cups, trying not to burn the croissants again, next moment there’s this gorgeous girl leaning over the counter with her tits about to escape from her top, asking about “special blends” in a tone that has nothing to do with coffee. And he thinks it’s just a flirty customer. It’s not. It’s the warm up.

What I like is how slow it pretends to be at first. You get all this teasing, these small moments where a hand lingers too long, a skirt rides up when she sits, someone “accidentally” brushes against his crotch in that tiny storage room that doesn’t even look big enough to fit two people but somehow fits a girl on her knees. There’s one scene early where Eric is closing shop, and one of the girls stays behind. She’s helping wipe the tables, bends over just a bit too far, and you see the curve of that big ass under her skirt. It doesn’t jump straight to fucking, she starts asking him weird questions about “other realms” while she slowly runs her finger around the rim of his coffee cup, and you can feel he’s half confused, half hard as a rock. I wish more games paced the build like this. Except later it just throws subtlety out the window and you’re balls deep in a monster girl on a couch that definitely isn’t health code approved.

Once the non-human side starts showing, it gets fun in this horny, slightly dumb way. There’s the moment one girl reveals she’s not exactly human in the middle of a blowjob. She’s under the table, Eric is trying to keep talking to a customer, and then her tongue suddenly feels a little too long, a little too strong, wrapping around his shaft while she keeps sucking. He’s sweating, trying not to moan, the customer is rambling about milk alternatives, and you just know he’s about to cum in the worst possible timing. Then you see her real form later and think, yeah ok, I’d still fuck that. Some of the bodies are ridiculous in the best porn logic: huge tits that bounce even when they breathe, thick thighs that look like they could crush him if she rides too hard, asses that fill half the screen when she climbs on top. There’s a nice mix of soft romance and “I need your dick right now” energy too. One girl wants slow, deep, almost tender vaginal sex on his bed after a long talk, kissing him and holding his face while she sinks down on him. Another one climbs into his lap in the back room, pulls his cock out, spits on it, and starts grinding like she hasn't seen a man in a century. Sometimes it leans into the emotional stuff, with Eric really trying to understand what these girls are, where they come from, how his quiet little world suddenly got teeth and claws and horny eyes. Then other times it just goes straight to her sitting on his face, using him like a toy, and the “plot” takes a nap. At some point you realize the coffee shop is basically a front for a harem of supernatural trouble, and if you’re anything like me, you keep clicking anyway, pretending you care about lore while actually waiting to see who sucks him off next.

Memory comes back to you like a drunk kiss in a dark alley: rough, confusing, kind of hot, kind of scary. You wake up in this ugly-beautiful world that smells of steel, sweat and wet soil, and the first thing you see is her. Big soft tits leaning over you, hair falling like a curtain, lips moving, voice low, asking your name while you’re still staring down her cleavage instead of answering. The game doesn’t rush, it just lets you sit there in that POV angle, eyes level with her neckline, while she talks about war and kingdoms and you’re thinking about everything except politics. It feels dirty in a slow way, like fingers sliding under a shirt when no one is in a hurry. Then suddenly you’re walking through a camp where men scream and banners burn, and the same woman acts like nothing happened, like she didn’t just wake you by practically smothering you with her chest. That little emotional whiplash is half of the charm here. Or half of the problem. Hard to say.

What surprised me is how often your dick has to wait while your brain does some work. You click around in this point and click wandering, poking at tents, broken carts, blood stains, talking to people who all want something. Then the game throws you into turn based combat out of nowhere, and for a moment you almost forget there is sex at all, until after you win and she thanks you with her mouth in a quiet corner, on her knees, your view locked right in POV as her lips stretch around you. There’s this scene where you finish a dungeon, half dead, armor cracked, and the other love interest, colder, sharper, with that perfect body that looks like it was made to be pressed against a stone wall, just grabs you by the collar and drags you into a ruined chapel. She talks about strategies and sides in the war while stroking you lazily with her hand, like it’s nothing, like you’re just another weapon she oils before a battle. I hated how sometimes the teasing goes on too long, how the game lets you wander three screens clicking empty barrels instead of pushing you back into her arms, but then that slow pace makes it hotter when it finally breaks and she drops to all fours, back arched, tits swinging while you pound her from behind as if the whole world outside is burning. Which it kind of is, with all that graphic violence splattered around, heads split, bodies on spikes, and then suddenly you’re in a tent with soft candlelight, her lips shiny with spit and your cum, talking about who you should support in this stupid war like it’s pillow talk.

I liked that the male protagonist is not some mute wall of muscles, he throws small comments, gets confused, sometimes sounds like a horny idiot who pretends he cares more about honor than about getting his dick sucked, and that feels very real. I had this one moment where I chose to help some poor bastard on the roadside, and it turned into a bloody mess, cut throats, dark magic, and afterward one of the girls looked at me like I was her personal hero, slid under my cloak and started slow oral right there behind a broken wagon, while the sky glowed red from burning villages. It aroused me and also annoyed me because the controls in that scene felt fiddly, like the cursor just refused to land where I wanted, and I kept thinking about that instead of focusing on the way her tongue moved. But then she looked up with cum on her lips and laughed, and I forgot my little complaints for a while. The world feels heavy, any step might drag you into another fight, another dungeon, another choice about who lives, who dies, who gets to ride your cock in a dirty cave with echoes of moans mixing with screams from somewhere far away. It all tastes like metal and sex, like sweat on bare skin under armor, like being torn between going home or staying just one more night in this cursed place because you want to see her on top again, tits bouncing in rhythm with the turn based beating of your enemies outside the tent. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?